The Griddle

There are tons of breakfast spots around town. Unfortunately, most have crappy food that isn’t even worth the cheap prices. I’m not sure if the Griddle is bad enough to fit in that category, but after one meal it’s unlikely I’ll be back to find out.

The custom omelette my wife got with bacon, avocado, mushrooms, and greenpeppers was good. It’s tough to screw that up. The home fries it came with were a nice combo of crispy exterior and soft interior. The side of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon also hit the spot. But that’s where the positive experience ended.

My lemon blueberry pancakes were too dense and thick. It was almost like trying to eat a wet dish rag. It was one of the most unpleasant things I’ve eaten in a while. I’m typically easy to please and can clear my plate even with mediocre food, but a few bites of these pancakes were all I could stomach.

The orange juice wasn’t my favorite either. It tasted similar to frozen concentrate that was too watery.

Not to sound too negative, another plus was the friendly service. The two servers were busily rushing from table to table but always seemed to have a minute to chat, which was a great way for me to take my mind off of those awful pancakes.